Unwritten

As light plays upon the dark, that moon through stained glass windows cutting a swarth across cobbled floors. It seeps into the cracks like it's found home at last How a distant piano to a curious ear attracts a de'javu moment and yet it is unwritten. You follow the fleeting seeking some origin reaching out for inspiration as if it were original sin All recitations from what remains unwritten Those words hidden under the tongue just below the surface of a heart. Contour of an image meant to be lived, yet remains unchanged, namelessly forgotten. Its a melancholy of indecision climbing the walls of narrow passages like wisteria you adhere to the impulse to cover all that once lay bare. I drag tired fingers around the next bend, the next barrier is more impressive than the last. There’s an attempt to grasp something in the lapse between thoughts to trade abstract beliefs for the tangible, it is enough to inspire devotion. a shadow climbs the wall only to stall in its climax abiding but a remnant of the unwritten. Something is always left in these corners where candles aid their illumination and thoughts drift elsewhere in the dancing theatre of undefined movements. The unknowing becomes vagabond to the warmest of comforts. You find yourself in these blankets of cloud cover observing holes in the disguise. The veil suddenly lifted, experience immediate, no longer a stranger so you can gaze upon these mirrors and hasten that journey toward home Home, your feeling is kept fleeting, A temporal haven so you can continue repeating these steps that lead you towards the perfect escape. Always almost there... In this world of smoke and mirrors Trapped in illusion that holds time obscurely "The Unwritten" So we bend beneath the wing of watching eyes. Trenched in the words of silver tongues, frozen by the voice of awkward edges For if the unwritten were to be before its time, If it were to flee, to break free and roam; Become the breeze through these hallowed halls of desperate belief. To write the unwritten... Then though they'd cry and shout and leap, No wall could stretch from sea to sky Nor any kingdom stop it. It is etched on the soul more deeply than stone And we have given it a name... Our Destiny